Decision

Livy averted her face, desperately trying to stop her own beating heart. The warm breath from Arthur's nose was warm, but it also tickled her. She was sure that her face was very red by now.

"Why are you in a rush?" asked Arthur whose voice was somehow seductive in her ear.

"I-I ... I just ..." Livy couldn't finish her sentence, she didn't have a definite answer.

Arthur's hands slid from her wrists to the back of her neck and pressed against her with excess force until their chests touched.

"A-Arthur ..."

Arthur's unique eyes stared at Livy even though they were blurry, but he could feel that Livy was looking away from him. "Do you feel uncomfortable?"

Livy shook her head.

Then she felt hot breath on her neck and closed her eyes, felt a scream bubbling up in her throat, her body rigid. She released a groan as Arthur's lips brushed against her sensitive skin. Why was she so addicted to this touch?

Arthur pulled his head away, stroking her cheek gently with his thumb. Her eyes were fixed on his messy and layered black hair, his unique cold eyes, his thin and slightly pale lips. Very kissable lips.

As if reading her mind, Arthur snaked his arms around her tiny waist and pulled her close. She put her full burden on the person beneath her and hugged him too, breathing in his pleasant manly scent.

"Why did you leave before I woke up this morning, hm?" whispered Arthur purposely, not allowing Livy to answer, he continued in a deep voice, "I missed you, y'know."

He pressed his lips gently against hers. It was a kiss so soft, so loving, it made her body tingle and course with warmth.

Livy was overwhelmed and countered by instinctively pressing her lips harder against his. He traced her bottom lip with his tongue, silently asking to enter. Did he even have to ask? Livy let his tongue enter her mouth and collided passionately with his.

Livy tangled her hands in his hair, steeling her mind for the moment he'd pull away, say the had to stop. But he didn't. Arthur's hands moved in slow circles down her back, then slowly traveled down and gripped her butt.

She was gasping and moaning into his mouth, their kisses becoming hot and feverish; filled with need.

"Livy ..."

"Mmmnhhh?"

Her body was filled with joy and flooded with even more intense heat. She pressed her lips to him again and felt him pull her down. His hands crept up into her shirt and ground her against the bulge in his pajama bottoms.

Suddenly, Livy gasped and pushed him away. "W-Wait Arthur … I, I-I'm sweating."

Arthur blinked, still a bit dazed from being stopped just like that. He was still in hot passion, ignoring the protests and pulled her body again to kiss her, again Livy held him back.

"A-Arthur, no. Wait. Can ... can I take a shower first?" Her face was red, she was so embarrassed.

Arthur, "..."

Arthur returned to his sense in a hurry. Expressively letting something under his pants puff up and hot, set Livy down next to him with a heavy heart.

"It's okay. Don't rush. You must be tired." He cleared his throat.

Livy wanted to say that she wasn't tired, but her tongue was very tightly tied to the roof of her mouth. Because she didn't want Arthur to think about things, she finally dared to look back at the man's face.

At that moment, Arthur was tilting his head, his eyes narrowed and his expression very innocent. "Why are you still here? Don't you want to take a shower?"

Livy bit her lip.

What should she do now? Arthur's calm expression made her uncomfortable. She had clearly felt the hot bulge under Arthur's pants!

"I won't be long. Will you wait for me?" Livy said softly.

Not reacting for a long time, Arthur smiled coldly at this question. "I can't," he said.

"Huh?"

"We can take a shower together after we do that."

"S-Shower together?"

"Don't you want?"

It wasn't like she didn't want to, but she was on the verge of going mad with embarrassment and was speechless.

Arthur looked at her seriously. He brought his face close to Livy's neck, sniffing it. "You smell so good. It doesn't matter if you take a shower or not."

Shiver ran down her spine as she felt Arthur's warm breath again on her sensitive skin. Secretly she kissed her own armpit only left the perfume she wore this morning. Does she really not stink?

She shrieked as her body shot up into the air and realized Arthur was carrying her. Nearly falling down, she wrapped her arms around his neck. Arthur's footsteps was steady and strong, even if the man had just recovered from illness, he wasn't weak at all. He led Livy further into his study, there was a short hallway that had two doors facing each other.

"This room also has a private room. See if we can use that." Arthur opened the knob with one hand and pushed it with his foot. Livy's face was even redder.

Maybe because it's not used often, there's still a scent of detergent in the air and air freshener blending into one. Completely the room was clean. Arthur laid Livy down on the big soft mattress and he loomed above her against the light on the ceiling. For some reason she noticed Arthur's eyes were darker than usual, and she didn't move as his body slowly pressed against hers.

Before Livy could completely avert her eyes, Arthur's lips were sucking on her neck, and she whimpered loudly.

***

Livy tossed and turned on her bed non-stop. Her mind was always playing back what Arthur said a moment ago. How his deep and sexy voice affected her so that she felt her heart flip inside there. Even his slender but stable body could guard her gently and firmly so that she wouldn't get hurt during their lovemaking. Seriously. If she didn't stop thinking about it, it was likely that she would soon go mad sooner or later.

"You are my wife now, starting today sleep in my room. We will share a bed."

That was what Arthur said as they soaked together in the warm foam in the bathtub. But because she was too embarrassed, she asked for time to tidy up the things in her own room—which was really just a classic excuse.

They will be in bed together from now on! Is it serious?

It wasn't like she had never shared a bed with him, but her heart wasn't ready yet!

Livy remembered that again and her smile became goofy. She grabbed a pillow to cover her face, and she screamed as loud as she could into the pillow. As soon as she let go, she thumped the pillow playfully.

"We're official. We're officially in love now!"

Livy couldn't stop smiling. She was crazy.

Suddenly, her room door was knocked. There was a maid's voice calling her and Livy told her to come in.

"Young Lady, I just wanted to ask. Will dinner be prepared for Young Master in his room?" asked the maid.

Hearing questions like these, Livy felt as if the maids were used to asking her opinion. She actually became a real Arthur's wife. She blushed.

"Yeah, better send dinner in his room. I'll be there in a minute," she said, "And tell the others I'll pack up my own things later to take up to Arthur's room."

The maid withdrew and Livy's heartbeat was getting out of control at the thought that she would be moving into Arthur's room soon. The person who fell in love was insane and she realized that now.

Wasting no time, she jumped off her bed. She looked at herself in the mirror and combed her hair.

"Should my hair be tied up or not?"

She tied her hair with a hair tie. Bundled it high on top and pinned on a pearl clasp. When she felt that it was too neat, she removed a few strands from the sides of her ears and let a few of them hang down her cheeks.

"How about this?" Livy tilted her head left and right to make sure. Pretty good, she thought.

The clothes she wore were yellow pajamas with a banana pattern. She was contemplating whether to replace it with a knee-length dress. After thinking about it, it's too much.

"God, how could I forget?" Livy slapped her forehead. "It's late, Arthur's eyesight isn't good at this time. He won't see what you're wearing, Livy! Stupid!"

Instead of changing clothes, Livy sniffed her armpits. Reflect for a moment.

... Smell of soap.

It was too normal for her, when they made love, Arthur always said that she smelled good. Maybe Arthur liked women who always smelled good, so she took the perfume bottle and sprayed it thoroughly. When she sniffed her armpit again, she was satisfied. She immediately headed towards Arthur's room while humming.

Arthur's room was only two rooms away from her own, when she arrived in front of his room, she knocked politely on the door before entering. Her gaze automatically searched for Arthur and found him sitting on the couch relaxing. This time Arthur was wearing a dark green pajama robe and his sleeping hair was still slightly damp.

Livy nervously slid into a nearby chair.

"Are you sleeping?" asked Livy softly, peering at Arthur's face.

"No." Arthur opened his eyes.

Her gaze immediately shifted to the table and saw some food already served. "Why haven't you started eating yet?"

Little did Livy know that when she averted her eyes Arthur's facial expression took a strange turn. His nose sniffed and his brow furrowed. He rubbed his nose. He smelled the pungent scent of perfume in the air. Really quite a strong scent as if a bottle of perfume had just been spilled.

It seemed that he knows the origin of this fragrance, because this was the distinctive smell of Livy's perfume.

Arthur coughed slightly. "I'm waiting for you."

He got up from the back of the couch and sat up straight. The tablet on top of his stomach was quickly put away before he stretched out his arms to hug Livy and tug her in.

Livy cried in surprise. "What are you doing?"

"Nothing. Just holding my wife." Arthur said calmly.

“B-But this position …”

"This position is better when you feed me, isn't it?" Arthur continued her sentence.

Embarrassed, Livy couldn't answer anymore and could only pick up the bowl on the table with some difficulty. She moved slightly so her body was facing Arthur. At this close, she almost died of nervousness. She gulped. It was then that her gaze shifted and saw the tablet on the table.

"Are you working again?" Livy stirred the soup in the bowl slowly.

"Just checking on some issues," Arthur answered honestly.

Instead of being nervous now Livy felt worried. "Have you forgotten what Dave said? Even though you don't care about your own health, I do. I want you to recover and be able to see well again. Don't you want that?"

Arthur's grip loosened slightly.

Livy noticed the change in the atmosphere. "Sorry, I didn't mean anything bad by what I said. I'm just worried about you, I'm saying this because I care about you. Can you care about yourself too?"

Arthur wanted to think about it too, as he had begun to consider Dave's suggestion to do the surgery.

Livy put down the bowl of soup, with very little courage left, she grabbed Arthur's cheeks by both cheeks, startling him. The temperature of Livy's hand was very cold, but even his colder cheeks felt very comfortable from this touch.

"You remember Dave's suggestion, right? Er ... have you thought about it?"

"About what?"

"You know what I mean," Livy pouted. "About the surgery, do you want to do it?"

Livy didn't know if she was being too pushy by saying this. But she really had no other intention, she wanted Arthur to recover as before and be able to see well.

Arthur, looked like it will take a long time even just to answer this question. One of his hands moved to hold Livy's hand and deliberately moved his cheek in her hand to steady himself.

"Do you want to come with me?" he asked.

Livy was silent.

Arthur took Livy's hand and kissed it. Stared at her gently. "Accompany me. I don't want to be alone in there."

... to be continued ...